I hesitated, taking the roll and unfurling a section of it to get a better look. Indeed, the pattern was incredibly pretty—a delicate floral design depicting yellow daffodils and white roses wound around one another, with tiny canaries flitting between the flowers, all laid against a subtle cream-colored background.
“Oh,” Zelda said, tapping the paper. “Now that’s regal.”
It was. “Is there more of this?” I asked the servant.
She bit her lip. “I’m not sure, ma’am. I can ask. If not, the prince will surely—”
“Order more right away,” a familiar voice suddenly called from the doorway. “Order enough for this room and extra just in case. And pick up a few different designs from the same company, just in case my bride changes her mind.”
The servant whirled around, curtsying ev
